Tuesday, August 28, 2012

The Dictator

The year before last, one of my then second grade twins told me a story of a boy who was saying some naughty stuff on the bus.  Believe it or not, it wasn't my kids speaking like that on the bus.   I know this little boy he was talking about, and I know it wasn't that far of a stretch.

The bus driver, who was a pretty serious guy, told this child to "Stop talking like that."

The little boy responded, "I can say what I want, I have the right of free speech."

(I know, I swear to god, it wasn't my kids.)

Apparently, the bus driver yelled, "Not on this bus, I'm the dick-a-nator."

Of course, he said  dictator.  Dear god I hope the bus driver said dictator. But to hear my little guy say that with all seriousness, hilarious. I still laugh when I think about that.


  1. HAHAHAHA!!! I can only imagine how quiet the bus got as all the kids sat and pondered what a dick a nator is. I was explaining something to my class about the guinea pig and sterile urine. Little blonde then asked, "what is hysterical urine?"

  2. Right now, I am just really thankful that we don't live close to each other, or I would be pretty sure it was one of my kids!